Panguan

According to Zhou Xu's previous personality, he must have made such a fuss that everyone knew about it. He wanted to raise his cell phone and say: "Whoever you are discussing sent me a message."

But this time, for some unknown reason, he remained silent and even subconsciously moved his phone back to prevent others from glancing at the content.

Then he quickly replied: It's not convenient to take calls, but typing is fine.

Chapter 55 Clumsy Hands

There is really no problem with his typing, but the old man from the Republic of China has a lot of problems.

Yi Lao is not very good at using mobile phones, and there are always people coming and going around Yi Lao, disturbing his actions and thoughts.

When Xia Qiao gave his brother the mobile phone number, he felt that Wubi was no longer needed, but Pinyin should be fine. Because I remembered what his brother said: "I died in 1995, not 1965."

In order to avoid the recurrence of the last mistake about Coca-Cola, Xia Qiao decided not to fight back, and directly changed the Jiugong style to 26 keys. He pointed at the keyboard and said: "Brother, convert each word into pinyin, stamp one by one, and then Just select the words in the row above and that’s it.”

The old man from the Republic of China twisted his handsome eyebrows, stared at the letters on the 26 key for three seconds, and said, "I haven't learned Pinyin before."

After hearing this, Xia Qiao was sure that his brother at least knew Pinyin. So he became even more puzzled: "How could it be possible? Pinyin should have been very common before 1995."

When I heard it, I raised my eyelids and looked at him: "I know Chinese characters, why should I start with Pinyin?"

Xia Qiao: "..."

Xia Qiao: "I'm sorry, I'm mentally retarded."

"Then let's write it in handwriting." Xiaoqiao admitted his mistake very well. Maybe he was afraid of being criticized. He quickly changed the keyboard into handwriting and said, "This is very simple. Just write whatever words you want. Just select it above. It’s just a little slower than Pinyin, but otherwise there’s nothing wrong with it.”

When you hear it, you may have heard the sentence "the speed is a little slower than Pinyin", so you can write very quickly.

He wrote a string on the screen.

Xia Qiao stared at him for a while, feeling that he was very handsome, but he didn't understand a single word.

He didn't know it, and certainly didn't know the input method, so he said this sentence: "Tanglan is enough."

Xia Qiaoxin said my mother.

When hearing it: "..."

The handsome guy was obviously very dissatisfied with the input method. He turned the screen of his phone to Xia Qiao: "What is this?"

Xia Qiao silently stretched out a finger to delete this garbled sentence for him.

He was about to teach something more when he heard some voices coming from a distance.

The medicine in the kitchen must have been cooked. Lao Mao and Xiao Zhaozheng were arguing over something, maybe they were looking for something. Then Dazhao shouted in this direction: "Is Xiaoqiao busy?"

Xia Qiao responded loudly: "Hey, what's wrong with sister?"

Wen Shi also raised his head and looked over there.

"Are there any towels?" Dazhao asked crisply.

"Or a mat will do," Xiao Zhao added.

Xia Qiao: "Yes."

Dazhao: "Where is it? We didn't find it."

"In the cupboard over there—"

Wenshi took back his phone and interrupted: "Go over there and we'll talk about it later."

Xia Qiao thought so, so he hurriedly accepted the order and hurried over with his slippers on.

Then the living room became quiet, leaving only Wen Shi sitting hunched over holding a mobile phone.

Xie Wen, who was leaning on the kitchen door, suddenly turned his head and glanced this way. Wen Shi's eyes met his. He was quiet for a moment, and then frowned.

He lowered his eyes again and fiddled with Xia Qiao's cell phone.

After a few seconds, he heard rustling footsteps coming this way.

In fact, the movement was very small, far less than the noise made by those people in the kitchen. But when I heard it, it was very clear to my ears.

Just by listening to the voice, he knew who it was.

He didn't raise his head when he heard it, but his eyelids moved slightly and then fell back, as if he had inadvertently glanced at an ornament on the coffee table. But Xie Wen fell into his peripheral vision.

The sofa I was sitting on was long enough for three people to sit. As soon as Xia Qiao left, both sides of him became empty.

Xie Wen stopped in front of the coffee table and stood in the corner of his field of vision. Out of the corner of his eye, Wen Shi could only see his well-tailored suit trousers, which were partially covered by the coffee table.

After looking at it for a while, he raised his eyes when he heard it: "Is the medicine ready?"

"It's fried." Xie Wen tilted his face toward the kitchen, but did not turn his eyes away. He still looked down at him, "Lao Mao and the others will bring it over in a moment."

I said "hmm" when I heard it. His lips moved but he said nothing more.

So the two people's eyes were still on each other, but they suddenly stopped talking.

The sudden silence made the atmosphere a little strange, like the static fluff in autumn and winter, standing upright but soft.

Xie Wen moved his eyes and glanced towards the kitchen. Wen Shi also frowned, slid his thumb across the phone screen, and said softly: "Why are you standing all this time?"

Xie didn’t answer the question. Maybe I can't explain the reason.

He just responded vaguely and said, "I was about to sit down."

When I heard it, I caught a glimpse of him turning on his toes, almost walking towards the empty seat next to him...

But he finally stopped next to the single sofa.

"Hot or not?"

Ah, Uncle Mao, let me do it! "Xia Qiao's voice sounded from far away to near.